The frustration of a cluttered mind. Expression blocked like a dam that captures its rushing waters. Thoughts scattered, goals of uncertainty cloud this heart. Questions to lifes' answers are concealed behind the door. The door that will liberate your enslaved emotions. Lifes' challenges are anticipating the arrival. Release the cluttered thoughts that incarcerate your petrified soul.
Reason for writing:
The reason I wrote this poem is because ever since a terrible break with a girlfriend a year ago I have had a Bad writers' block. I thought my depressing feelings were gone but I guess they were not. So I wrote this poem to break my block seems like I have. You guys tell me what you think. e-mail me:joco00@worldnet.attnet
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